Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.